Monday. First day of learning at home. But first, coffee.

I sit down and write a list of what needs to be done today and think that maybe I will bounce back and forth between the office and the dining room.

The older ones don’t want to wake up but we need some kind of routine again. We must have some kind of routine.

It takes me way longer to set them up than I thought it would. I feel the frustration rising. Some links are not working. Other links are. We aren’t sure what the order of the assignments really ar. Every teacher has a different plan. I tell them to just work on whatever they have access to.

I tell them no chromebooks except for school work. Two of them go and play UNO on the floor. They are loud but they are together and that is most important.

Someone gets back on their chromebook anyway. I can’t care because I have work to do. Now, I get it. It is not so easy to be managing them and myself at the same time.

If I wasn’t working this would be much easier.

Some white grape from Germany that I can’t recognize. This Italian wine is Negroamaro. Can’t remember if I’ve had this varietal before. I like it.

I’m tired. I am rested but still tired. I know that it is just from feeling all the things at one time, all of the time.

Fill my eyes with pretty things before I fall asleep.